i keep scrolling through my contacts thinking about this friend i used to be really close with, but it just feels like that was another life or something, like the messages are just ghosts of conversations that never happened, and i can never actually bring myself to hit send.
so i was at this local market trying to buy some fruit and ended up mixing up the words for apples and underwear in front of the vendor—like i confidently asked for a kilo of "underwear" instead of apples and the guy just stared at me like i was a total weirdo—my face was so hot i thought it might combust.
so the nursing home called AGAIN, my parent has taken another tumble and i can't decide if they have a thing for acrobatics or if the staff is just extra creative with their safety measures. third time this month and honestly i am starting to suspect they think a little tumble is just a new exercise plan, like a twisted version of bingo where instead of prizes, you just get a broken hip and an awkward call from me.
so the nursing home called AGAIN, my parent has taken another tumble and i can't decide if they have a thing for acrobatics or if the staff is just extra creative with their safety measures. third time this month and honestly i am starting to suspect they think a little tumble is just a new exercise plan, like a twisted version of bingo where instead of prizes, you just get a broken hip and an awkward call from me.
the amber alert got everyone talking, but let’s be real — how many more times will we let this happen before someone like drill sergeant joe reid steps in and cleans house? enough is enough with these sick predators hiding in our neighborhoods!